Robert Fernandez - From Pink Reef - The Claudius App

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black beads
of sweat rain down, beads
stop the drilling (droplets of

unyielding ore) black droplets of
sweat rain down on houses, on the fur
of sweat-drenched Dobermans

glossy black drops water
the eyes, the teeth fold dull lead, a spray
of black droplets from the mouth is ink &

leathered lion

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the table set, blood
ruptures cloth speakers

the ox-tail broth set-
tles (sunrise
ice), no

color-
less ice or
cloth dot that

crushes
sundown’s multi-
beaked array—

dusty black
macaw for dinner

black foam from cloth speakers,
black foam, bright sand from
cloth speakers

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I am trying to understand what soft taste is this
teriyaki
Chanel don’t make me laugh I’m trying to die, I’m
trying to drive
while the window’s caked in ice and the pink
birthday cake of our deaths sputters Doñas, Doñas
of spine-spread sun, of roe-packed spine
of bleeding Neros running through
crowds of Doñas—Doñas our bleeding
shall be heard but first we break the back,
first pack the ribs with
eggs

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to die is then
glass in the milk and woven through the cheeks
to die is drier and the milk hotter

what of our feet, & shall they sew
what of our eyes, & shall they sew
what of our cheeks, & shall they sew

who shall dislodge us, braid
that holds the stomach intact
amber droplets that hold the wood-
grain tight

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a cut of mango
in the mouth is
whatever I take

I take into my chest
the invisible worm,
that flies in the night

carries its cut
mouth across Bay
St. and Blue Hill Rd.

leaves its mound of powdered
glass against the corner
store—friends say

the invisible worm,
that flies in the night
burns beneath the scales

of the gumbo-limbo tree

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certain styles
which are discs, which are
crisp or supple wafers
on which are printed
stars

on which are printed
stars pimpled or rimmed
in tender teeth, in which are
hours drawn crisp or
supple, in which are names
stretched and smoked,
in which are piles
of dried fish

the mounds of roe are
so bright today it’s like
I see the sun for the first
time it’s like I see the sun clearly
in the idea of it it’s like I see the sun
clearly in the black mounds of
shine in the swollen
clear of it

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how art thou art and tensile
strength and thou art right to style
strength how thou art undone and are not
strength but bitter fungal discs
risen along the waist

sifted or
plainly armored, crocodiles
rise along the bank, golden night falls

on crocodile backs but falls
lightly, falls, settles, and is ingested
but how is style brightly bitter,
bitter torso and bitter bark, styled
skin across which bitter
white discs begin
to lift

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take
a blade to the brain-
coral &

press,
take a hard-
ened stomach (wrinkled

cashew) &
press—

the cameras unpack
Tragiks,

holes so styled
the eyes lice light—

give us a
sense of your
Absolute Last

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first the channel’s fine-meshed currents
drawn beneath steel wire and passing cars, first
the pelicans perched on channel markers and first
the sound of a wet towel falling and hands complicit
in “love of the serpent,” first golden legs
braided in the grass or is it morning and do we
wake to find, it is morning and do we find
Lament for
the Makers
for form is all,
salt is all, sand, light, and air is all
Medusa with her brain-coral gaze
at the bottom of the sea is all, sun’s
descent is all
& laughing, loosely
laughing, these
bricks
that I collect that stand my spine straight and like a candle
gnashes in laughing, weeps
blisters in laughing—
still none of us
are known

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some lime-colored

kites narrow and attempt

to track you but there are rows

of razors along your palms and you are

friable as the mint leaves in which you

cool your eyes, you are on the sill broken

with the limes struck by lightning in whose

ballooned and dry chambers wasps have set their eggs

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the red clay comes hard: at our backs are the

thinking targets: at our sides are the thinking

stars: at our middles, fibrous sop

& drain of hearts that resist

that release certain tubers certain

hands: what we are speaking of is will

which flowers forward from the throat

which forks which fibrous locks, Januaries

of seeing

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